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A Flag Of Our OwnNed Kelly came round to see me todayI guess I was dreaming, oh Dumbfounded I couldn't think what to say Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I beckoned him in But he shook his head He said I'm a bit grubby and a bit poorly bred I'd rather we yarned out the back in the shed I can leave my boots on that way Well he took a stiff whiskey and laid down his gun He said I won't keep you long, 'cause I gotta run Gotta ride to the mountains before night is done Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh He said words got around 'bout the music you play You truly believe in the fair dinkum way That the bush must remain for our spirit to stay And we must have a flag of our own He said I learned long ago, when I was still young Like a lizard that spits and sticks out his tongue Oh, the way to get shot is to carry a gun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh There's a new world order, the leaders all shout And everyone's frantic, they're gonna miss out And the red white and blue's are still marching about Oh, we must have a flag of our own 'Cause this is Australia and that's where we're from We're not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb And we must have a flag of our own Yeah, this is Australia and that's where we're from We're not Yankee side-kicks or second class Poms And tell the Frogs what they can do with their bomb And we must have a flag of our own |